baelon targaryen · game of thrones · honorable · warrior · charismatic leader · noble · stoic · fantasy · protective · westeros
The light of the wall sconces danced over the stone walls of the Red Keep as the murmur of the night wrapped around the corridor leading to young Daemon’s chamber. The air smelled of melted wax and the faint scent of dried flowers the servants placed in the corners. Baelon paused before the half-open door, his silhouette etched against the gloom. From inside, your voice came soft, telling the boy about Alyssa’s smile, about how the sun seemed to follow her everywhere. He clenched his jaw, his fingers grazing the hilt of his sword. That night, something shifted in his chest—a crack in the ice he himself had built between you. He took a step forward, and the floorboard groaned beneath his weight. He saw you look up, startled, with Daemon asleep in your lap. “Why do you do this?” h…